The beast stirs. It is awake and it is hungry. Deep within her mind, Mary Ann feels the beast awaken. A deep dread and terror grip her. Mary Ann despises the beast, but there is nothing she can do. She has no control over the beast. The beast will take over her mind and control her tonight. She is helpless before the great power of the beast.

Furtively, Mary Ann looks around her at her co-workers. None of them are looking her way. She is terrified that one of them will notice the change that is going to come over her. No one knows about the beast but Mary Ann. She is sure that none of the people with whom she comes into contact every day would suspect that Mary Ann could be under the influence of such a beast. Her hand automatically goes up to the back of her head and she pats the tight bun of hair. Satisfied that there is not a single hair out of place she immerses herself in the work before her on her computer screen. Mary Ann knows that she must resist the beast as best she can until five o’clock.

Deep within her mind she feels the beast settle a bit. It’s as if the beast is granting her a reprieve for a while. The beast knows that it can never reveal itself here at the office. It will wait. It knows that later it will be in control. Mary Ann spends the rest of the day moving in a sort of fog. She tries hard to appear as normal as possible. She doesn’t want to attract an attention to herself. Actually, when she is at work she never attracts much attention, but today it is vital that she doesn’t.

Mary Ann quickly runs her hands over her thighs to smooth the conservative, knee-length skirt that she is wearing. It is the same kind of skirt that she wears every day to work. The gesture is intended to make sure that nothing is different today than any other day, but the feel of her hands touching her thighs sends a delicious tremble through her body. It is the beast that is feeling her touch herself. Fearing that her face may be flushed with the intense pleasure that she just felt, Mary Ann silently arises from her desk and, without looking anyone directly in the eye makes her way to the lady’s room. Her practical, low-heeled shoes making almost no sound on the tiled floor of the office.

Once safely in the lady’s room, Mary Ann locks the door and turns to look at herself in the large mirror above the vanity. Everything looks normal. Her mousy brown hair is gathered tightly in a bun atop her head. The loose skirt hangs straight down and her blouse is buttoned to her throat. Her thick glasses make her brown eyes look smaller than they really are. She wears no make-up at all when she is at work. There is, however, a slight rosy glow to her cheeks and Mary Ann struggles to suppress the heat that she feels rising deep within her. Reluctantly the beast subsides, but it is only temporary. Mary Ann knows that tonight the beast will rage.

Somehow Mary Ann makes it through the rest of the afternoon without anyone being any the wiser about the beast. As she rides her usual bus home, Mary Ann concentrates on looking at her own feet. She makes it a point to not look directly at any of her fellow riders. The beast is rising in her mind again. Mary Ann must concentrate now to keep it from taking control until she can get home. The ride home seems to take hours but finally she is at her stop. Mary Ann looks at no one on her brief walk from the bus stop to the door of her apartment. She closes her door and leans against it for several minutes. She is exhausted from keeping the beast at bay all afternoon. The beast has stirred in her mind many times before and she knows that continued resistance is futile. Mary Ann takes a deep breath and slowly relaxes. She is giving in to the beast. Surrendering herself to its appetite.

The beast growls deep within her. Mary Ann can feel the beast grow stronger within her as she methodically heats a frozen dinner for herself. Deep within her abdomen Mary Ann can feel the beast. It is a warm feeling that spreads to her loins. It is a hungry feeling. After she has finished her dinner, Mary Ann steps into the shower. She normally takes cool showers, but when the beast is stirring, she takes long hot showers. The hot water runs down her back and across her firm buttocks. Without thinking of what she’s doing, Mary Ann allows her hands to caress herself. The warm, empty feeling grows within her. She has taken out the pins that hold her hair up and she lets the long brown tresses fall down her back. On nights when the beast is awake Mary Ann washes her hair with a shampoo that brings out the highlights and makes her hair shine. She loves the erotic feel of the suds slowly sliding down her firm breasts, across her stomach and down her long legs. No one who had seen her today could ever imagine the magnificent, firm body that hid beneath her drab clothes.

Mary Ann steps out of the shower and towels her hair dry. She reaches into the cupboard behind her towels for the blow dryer that she uses only when the beast drives her. After a few minutes with blow dryer and brush the mousy brown hair that her everyday acquaintances see is transformed into a rich, golden brown that hangs in waves almost to her waist. Mary Ann looks into the medicine cabinet for the small case that holds her contact lenses. After putting them in she gazes for a moment at the large expressive brown eyes that normally no one ever sees. She then reaches up over the medicine cabinet and takes down her make-up case. The beast guides her hand as she applies her eye shadow, lip-gloss and a touch of rouge. The beast is now in total control. Marry Ann looks into the mirror and sees a face that she hardly recognizes. No one that knows Mary Ann would ever suspect that this beautiful woman is the same person that never draws any attention to herself.

Her hair and make-up done, Mary Ann moves into her bedroom. Deep within her closet hangs clothes that she would never wear unless the beast is raging. She starts by slowly rolling black stockings up to her thighs and securing them with a black garter belt. The garter belt is the only garment of underwear that she will wear while the beast is in control. Mary Ann puts on a tight black blouse and buttons it to just below her breasts. It is tight enough that it squeezes her breast together giving her a deep, inviting cleavage. She wiggles herself into a tight leather miniskirt that comes down no more than an inch below the tops of her stockings. Black stiletto heels finish off the alluring ensemble.

Mary Ann feels like an outside observer as she watches herself put a few things into a small purse and prepare to go out. The beast is ready to hunt. Mary Ann can only watch helplessly from inside the body that the beast has commandeered.

The beast pauses at the door of Mary Ann’s apartment carefully checking to make sure that there is no one in the hallway before emerging. It would not do for anyone to see the beast emerge after it has taken over Mary Ann. Secrecy is its utmost priority. Once out on the street and away from Mary Ann’s apartment the beast is now free to hunt. Mary Ann, the real Mary Ann, has now retreated into a dark corner of her own mind. She has no control now over what happens.

The beast propels Mary Ann’s body down several blocks to an area that is overrun with seedy bars. The beast selects one at random and enters. The beast that is now in control of Mary Ann finds a table in the corner and sits. She orders a martini and sits back in her chair, her legs crossed. In the dim light of the bar the effect is tremendous. The leather miniskirt rides up her leg just far enough to reveal the top of her stocking. The dark brown eyes peer out of a beautiful face. The beast is a woman that no man can help but notice.

There are several men in the bar. Each of them gives her furtive glances. The beast smiles back at each of them hoping to instill in at least one of them the courage to approach. Finally one of the men smiles back at her. She looks down at her empty martini glass and then back at the man that is looking at her. One eyebrow raises in an inquisitive look. The man is hopelessly ensnared. He turns to the bartender and orders a martini and takes it and his own drink to the table where the beast awaits.

He introduces himself only as "Mike." Mary Ann and Mike make idle chitchat over a few more drinks. The beast is now ravenous. Mary Ann tells Mike that she would be much more comfortable at her place and asks if Mike would care to join her. By now Mike is now as totally under the control of the beast as Mary Ann is. He throws a couple of twenties on the table to cover his tab and with his arm around this incredibly sexy woman leaves the bar with her.

Together they walk back to Mary Ann’s apartment. Once inside Mary Ann grabs Mike and kisses him deeply. The beast is raging. She steers Mike to the couch and gently forces him to sit down.

"Wait here," the beast says. "I’m going to slip into something a little less restrictive."

Mike sits on the couch. His mind is a blur. He can’t believe that he is here in the apartment of a woman that most men only dream of possessing. His mind races over incredible fantasies that he and Mary Ann are going to act out. He is almost bursting with anticipation as the bedroom door opens and Mary Ann stands there with one hand on the door facing. She has removed the blouse and miniskirt, replacing it with a see-through black teddy. Mike’s breath catches in his throat as this vision of loveliness motions invitingly for him to join her in the bedroom.

Mike is in a daze as he follows Mary Ann into the bedroom. Mike is still unsure as to what exactly awaits him in there, but whatever it is that he expects, it is nothing like what greets him inside.

The room that he enters is, in fact, not a bedroom but rather the den of the beast that has been in control of Mary Ann’s body all evening. Mike hears the door click shut behind him, as he stands transfixed in horror. The beautiful woman that he has pursued to this point stands beside an animal not of this world. Her dainty hand rests on the beast’s broad, flat forehead. Two red, malevolent eyes stare out from each side of the hand that he had hoped would soon be caressing his body. The beast was green and scaly like a reptile, but multi-legged like an insect. It opens its great mouth and a noxious drool seeps out from between multiple rows of jagged teeth. The beast rears up on its four hind legs. Its powerful forelimbs slowly reached out toward Mike.

Mike has but one thought. Get out. Run as fast as you can and never look back. But Mike’s legs will not obey. He too is under the spell of the beast and he stands there silently as the forelimbs encircled him and draw him toward the gaping maw of the beast. The huge front teeth of the beast fasten onto Mike’s throat and slowly sink into his skin. The beast drinks deeply as Mike’s blood rushes into its mouth.

Mary Ann stands off to the side as the man that she has supplied to the beast is drawn in and the life sucked from him. Wave after crashing wave of orgasm wracks her body. This is the reward that she receives for feeding the beast.

Without a word she leaves the den of the beast and goes into her own bedroom. She falls upon her own bed and is immediately asleep. She is too exhausted to pay any attention at all to the sound of bones being crushed beneath powerful jaws in the next room. Tomorrow the beast will once again be asleep and Mary Ann can go back to her regular, mousy life. The man that is now being devoured by the beast will be just one more missing person if anyone actually misses him.